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‘Survivor: Caramoan’ – The Devil’s Hantz

Brandon Hantz Meltdown Well, we all saw this coming. We saw this coming back on South Pacific when he accused Mikayla of being an evil temptress, and we saw this coming when he went back and forth and back with his relationship with God and spoke of battles with inner demons. And we saw this coming in episode two of Fans vs. Favorites 2 Legit 2 Quit when, in beautiful night vision, his neck tattoo glistening in the twilight, he threatened to go on a rampage. So no one – no one – should have been surprised when Brandon Hantz finally lost it on Survivor: Caramoan. Which isn’t to say it was predictable, or that it wasn’t riveting, truly unsettling television.

But first, who’s that girl next to Michael and Eddie?!

Survivor Caramoan Julie Oh, right, Julia. That person that exists on the Fans tribe. At this point, she’s our pick to win it all, solely because everyone will keep forgetting that she’s there and no one will ever write her name down. Also, she might be a ghost.

More: Seriously guys, you should really hide rice and beans…

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‘Survivor: One World’ – Fowl Play

Before we start this off, we need to speak to Kat for a second.  Girl, get it together.  You bawl at Tribal Council like that one time Robbie Morris told his dad the dirty joke that we had told him at indoor recess earlier that day, and we were sent to bed without TV and ice cream (the joke, if you must know, is entitled “Seymour Upmore.”  We’ll let you fill in the blanks).  Kat, you need to toughen up.  That was just your second of – if you’re exceptionally lucky – many Tribal Councils.  But don’t take it from us, take it from Jimmy Dugan.

Got it? Good.

Unfortunately, once the ladies are able to dry their eyes, they’re doused with what was either ten minutes of drizzle or seven days of apocalyptic downpour.  Either way, those bitches be WET (of course, one has question Chelsea’s decision to try to wait out the storm in the ocean.  Then again, four feet of water probably offers more protection than their shelter.  You know, cause chicks can’t build shit (jk, jk!)).  But, defying their earlier histrionics, the women remain resolute, refusing to run to the big strong men and their big strong tarp (and the palms fronds the women themselves had woven.  It’s kinda like a Gift of the Magi where one person gets totally fucked).  Also, they somehow rejected Colton’s offer to cuddle.  Now that’s will power.  Girls, we had you all wrong.

Until about nine minutes later…

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